With this freezing weather, there is just no way getting around wearing a jacket that is more like a down blanket than a jacket. We stayed in Honfleur, a little fishing village nestled on the coast, where the Seine River begins. We woke up to the fog, which reminded me so much of dear old San Francisco. But as soon as I left the B&B, a French couple yelling at one another reminded me of where I was. Oh the feisty French.